There is no greater disappointment in life than that felt when first visiting a topless beach in Europe. The expectation of an endless sea of hot Mediterranean girls with perfectly tanned tits is dashed upon seeing your first German hausfraus with leathery chest bladders dripping over her belly fold like weakly fried schnitzels. The blood drains out of your dick so fast it actually makes a sound. I suppose seeing Pamela Anderson and her inflated tubes on the beach would evoke many feelings. The first being the instinct to throw a couple dollars in her direction and ask her for a private dance.